Page 16 of Roommate's Guide to Love

No. She’s sitting up in my bed, gloriously naked, legs spread, and staring right at me.

“Took you long enough.”

I grin at her words as I slowly start making my way toward the bed, unbuttoning my shirt as I go, tossing it to the side as I stand in front of her.

“Did you start without me?”

She coyly shrugs. “Maybe.”

I crook my finger, silently asking her to come to meet me at the foot of the bed. She never takes her big brown eyes off of me as she maneuvers to her knees, crawling to me.

I swear the woman is a fucking goddess.

But as she comes closer, I realize that there’s more than fire in her eyes. Hurt? Vulnerability? That’s not something I normally see from Quinn, especially in this bedroom. I don’t think I’ve seen that look on her since our first night together eight years ago.

“Can you do something for me?”

Quinn Banks just crawled to me, and now her tits are pressed against my chest. Right now I’d commit murder for her, especially after I tip her chin up and stare at her red lips.

“Anything.”

For a second, I see that sadness back in her eyes before she pushes it away. “Make me forget.”

I wasn’t expecting that.

“Are you okay? What happened? Did someone?—”

She shakes her head. “No. I’ve…it’s been an epically shitty week. I’m sad and confused. I stole my mom’s car to drive back over here. So what I need now is for you to not push me on anything and just fuck me. Fuck me so I forget that my world is upside down. Can you do that?”

Shitty week? World upside down? What is she talking about? “Qu?—”

She quickly puts a finger in front of my lips. “Please. Don’t ask. I’ve talked a lot today. I’m going to have to do it a lot tomorrow. And everything will be public knowledge soon. But just—please—tonight…fuck me until I forget.”

I do have a lot of questions. A ton, actually. But that’s not my job right now.

She wants to forget? Done.

I lower my hand from her chin, giving her a quick kiss on the lips before I have both hands on each of her perfect ass cheeks, tipping her back onto my bed. The mattress is so soft that she bounces a little, which gives me a spectacular view of her flawless tits bouncing on her chest. I know I just saw her a month ago—and we usually go much longer between our rendezvous—but my mouth is salivating at the thought of getting to feast on those tonight.

But that can wait. Tonight isn’t about me. Tonight is about making sure Quinn forgets her name, where she’s at, and that she forgets to say that this is the last time.

I quickly unlatch my belt and snap it off my waist, pushing my blue jeans and boxer briefs down as Quinn positions herself on my bed just where she thinks I want her.

“Where you going?”

She gives me a questioning look as she lays in the spot where we usually start. “Where I normally go?”

“Oh no,” I say, crawling up to her, trailing small kisses across her soft skin. “If you want to forget, then this isn’t going to be like it normally is. If you want to forget everything, and feel nothing but my cock, then this is going to be different. You good with that, Hurricane?”

The fire is back in her eyes, and all traces of that vulnerability are now gone. “Do your worst, McCoy.”

“That’s my girl,” I say, crashing in for a hard kiss before pulling back. “Now hold on.”

As soon as she has her hands on the bars of my headboard, I pull her down as far as her outreached arms will go. I spread her legs apart, displaying her already wet, and always perfect, pussy.

“You already wet for me?” I groan as I lean down, brushing a finger across her slit before inserting two fingers.

“Yes,” she moans, her body starting to writhe as I immediately go for the spot I know will make her come apart. “I’ve been waiting.”

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